What do you find within the lines of

Distant suns

And their systems

Where I come up empty?

What of those painted songs of heroes

Or the moon

Herculean

Pulling a half of me?

Are we not threaded by the same weave

Of the wind

Terra firma

And unparted sea?

Whether by accident or fortune

You and I

We are matter

And it matters

[Instrumental]

I want to spin something out of nothing

Lead to gold

Spring from winter

Story from moted sky

I wanna help mother up an orchard

From a seed

Up through sapling

Daughter phoenix, rise

The way they encourage one another

To push high

Touch the sunlight

Against their tender leaves

They’ll be full-grown before you know it

And as I breathe

So does she

We are breathing

[Instrumental]

So let me melt down like mountain glaciers

Break the bonds

I’ve been holding onto

Let ‘em soften me

Till every part that I am made of

Waters deep

To the roots

Of something greener